Horror
The Last Night at Dyatlov Pass
Winter in the Ural Mountains is not gentle. The wind moves like a living thing, cutting through clothing and bone, whispering across endless fields of white. Snow stretches for miles in every direction, and the silence is so deep that even a single step feels like a disturbance.
By imtiazalam5 days ago in Fiction
The Tarot Reader Who Predicted World War 3
The Tarot Reader Who Predicted World War 3 The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every small sound feel important. In a dimly lit room a tarot reader sat at her wooden table, a single candle glowing beside a worn deck of cards. The flame moved gently whenever the wind brushed against the window. Her cat rested near the cards, watching the room with calm yellow eyes.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Fiction
The Devil is in The Details
My crisp, blue hiking boots steadily carry me up the hill. A light mist and subtle darkness have descended upon the land. The vividly grey moon smiles down on every living thing in these enchanting woods. Blankets of dazzling stars cover me tightly, sending a warm, loving, fuzzy feeling down my spine.
By Lolly Vieira5 days ago in Fiction
A Canary Down The Coal Pit
A Canary Down The Coal Pit Long ago, when coal mines were deep, dark places and safety equipment was very simple, miners took a small yellow canary down into the coal pit with them. To someone who had never worked underground, it might seem strange that a tiny bird would travel with tough men carrying picks and lamps. But the reason was deadly serious.
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Fiction
Ghost Kitten Rise
There is another world that exists parallel to our own. It sits right beside us, and above us, and below us, and all around us, yet we never see it, and only very few of us ever sometimes feel it. That feeling may come as a cold chill, or a whisper from an empty room, or a tingle running down the spine, or any of a million other barely noticed disturbances to our ordinary everyday lives. We only notice because the feeling is so non-ordinary, so different from what we expect and are used to. Some people call it the spirit world, or another dimension or heaven or hell, but the name is not important, at least not for purposes of this story. What is important to understand about this other world is that it is inhabited by many creatures, some of which are formerly living beings from our own planet earth. Most people refer to these as ghosts, and they are feared by the still living. Some of these ghosts should be feared, but others are innocent and kind, even helpful to the living. There are other things in that world that are much more fearsome than the former living. They are natives of that world, and it is all they have ever known. However, they also know of the ghosts, and they know they come from another place. They very much desire to know what this other place is, where it is, and how to get there. They wish to conquer that world, our world, and make it their own. The reasons for this are not understood and there may be no reason, at least not one we could ever hope to comprehend. For countless millennia these beings have waited and watched and plotted and planned and made attempt after attempt to breach into our world.
By Everyday Junglist6 days ago in Fiction
Kingsley Crossing. Content Warning.
Patricia gazed with exhilaration at the Greek Revival mansion before her. Its austere ivory columns seemed to drain the color from the blue sky as they stood guard over the portico. At the portico’s center, an oak doorway was flanked by rocking chairs swaying in the summer breeze, as if their occupants had only recently wandered away. “I made it, Charlaine,” she whispered. The sweltering noonday sun beat upon her back. She took shelter under a magnolia tree, its overripe pods dangling like rotting fingers. Patricia smiled. “No wonder you fell in love here.”
By Bride of Sound6 days ago in Fiction
Something is Wrong...
Something was very, very wrong. I could tell. Not anything big or loud, obvious in it's wrongness. That would have been far too noticable. Instead, it was something made wrong by an absense. Something missing or out of place. Something not immediately obvious.
By Natasja Rose6 days ago in Fiction
Tiptoeing
Dressed in her finest, Daphne silently agreed to play along in this ridiculous facade. But, if anyone could pretend that everything was okay, it was Daphne. After all , she had already successfully fooled everyone for years, making them believe she had the perfect life.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Fiction
Serve and Protect
Serve and protect, serve and protect. Uphold the law, for the good of law-abiding citizens. I wear my badge with pride. I wear my badge with honour. Protect and serve. That's what I signed up for. I stalk these streets, keeping the peace. Ensuring that the good people are safe from the riffraff that is becoming more of a problem with every day that passes.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
